austrian · military · sniper mask · cocky · witty · tall · kor tac · romance · apology · gift giving
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The smell of gun oil and metal hangs in the air as you sit, methodically cleaning your rifle. Outside, the base is quiet, the night ticking by in silence. König's absence is a heavy presence. You hear a heavy bootstep at the door. He stands there, silhouette filling the frame, a box in his hand. "you... I'm an idiot."